Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Death Scorpion Family Meeting

As the chief manager overseeing three major workshops and a renowned alchemist, the alchemist elder fully recognized Midi Asreks’ worth for crafting Level 7 potions.

Yet as a ruler who treated subordinates like disposable pawns, Midi’s behavior irritated him.

The alchemist elder had detected arrogance and defiance in the human’s recent conduct.

He desired a compliant alchemist, not some flashy genius who hogged glory without benefiting the workshops.

For days, the elder had considered ways to discipline Midi.

The enforcement elder’s current stance offered the perfect chance to manipulate this situation.

Agreeing to the enforcement elder’s demands would both curry favor and serve as Midi’s reprimand.

Once punishments took effect and Midi cowered, the alchemist elder could swoop in as his savior.

This carrot-and-stick approach achieved all goals without offending anyone – an ideal scheme.

Veyna remained too inexperienced. Though skilled at muddying waters and entrapping others, her political instincts were crude.

The alchemist elder’s silence wasn’t neutrality – he’d been waiting for her to take the bait.

With both elders now allied, even the Black Dragon High Priest couldn’t intervene.

While the family head held veto power, he’d never side with a newly documented human against two respected elders.

Midi’s punishment seemed inevitable.

Veyna’s lovely features frosted over, but she bit her tongue, knowing her limited influence.

The priestess suddenly remembered Midi’s wry smile whenever she’d bullied him into requests.

Though he’d always grumbled, he’d never refused – not even for Level 7 potions.

Now she sat powerless to aid him.

Guilt twisted her heart.

As the elders debated punishments, a guardsquad captain rushed past the stone pillars into the chamber.

After apologizing to the family’s higher-ups, he handed documents to the alchemist elder.

"Master Buck insisted you see this immediately," the captain reported before retreating.

Interruptions during high-level meetings were rare. The captain wondered what news could rattle an alchemist master, though he hid his curiosity.

Yet no composure could mask the alchemist elder’s shock upon reading the papers.

"What’s occurred?" The family head inquired from his championship seat.

"It concerns… the human Midi Asreks," the alchemist elder stammered, voice unsteady.

More Midi drama?

Elders and high priests exchanged glances. Even Veyna’s careless demeanor cracked with worry.

What fresh trouble had that human stirred? Something grave enough for the mechanical workshop’s leader to intervene?

Could she still shield him this time?

The Black Dragon Priestess couldn’t help thinking this.

For others, it was rare for a human’s name to be mentioned repeatedly in meetings.

In past gatherings, no name had ever been brought up so often. Even when ranking the Death Scorpion family’s core disciples, each of the five names was only spoken once during voting.

Yet now, Midi’s name kept appearing before the family head, causing widespread astonishment.

“Hm?” The family head raised an eyebrow. “Explain.”

The alchemist elder stood, offering documents. “This report states Midi Asreks gave two blueprints to the mechanical workshop—a firearm called ‘Skyfire’ and an alchemical mechanism named ‘Sky Thunder.’ Mass-producing these would greatly strengthen our army.”

The solemn meeting hall buzzed with murmurs.

Two new weapons endorsed by Buck, the notorious tech fanatic!

Every higher-up understood the implications.

These could become unstoppable trump cards for the Death Scorpion.

Though the family had ruled Mososbury City as first family for a millennium, their long reign made them keenly aware of rising threats.

New factions like Crimson Blood Bat or Flame Serpent always emerged from bloodshed, hungry for power.

While lacking the Death Scorpion’s resources, their raw energy posed risks. Over centuries, the family’s tactics and structure had become open secrets.

Ambitious rivals could devise counterstrategies at any moment.

Refreshing the army’s equipment would remove this vulnerability.

Even the most stoic higher-ups stirred with excitement.

That this ancient weakness might be solved by a human who’d joined mere weeks ago? A potion-making genius no less?

Unthinkable!

While whispers filled the room, the family head stayed silent.

The documents included Buck’s report and all sixteen blueprints. Though he couldn’t grasp the technical details, the descriptions alone revealed these were revolutionary weapons unseen in the Shaded Realm.

A Level 7 potion-maker was valuable. But someone creating these blueprints? Irreplaceable.

Punishing Midi was impossible—they must recruit him with top-tier resources. Losing him to rivals would be catastrophic.

Yet the family head voiced another concern: “Midi’s a potion master. Could these blueprints be surface-world imports?”

“Exactly!” The enforcement elder nodded. “Human nobles are cunning. These might be stolen designs!”

If true, a simple transaction would suffice. But the alchemist elder shook his head. “Check page two. Buck notes Midi personally explained the blueprints to workshop alchemists. They’re his own work.”

The higher-ups exchanged stunned looks. Even the unflappable family head showed surprise.

He’d known geniuses—masters of four Demon Swordman skills and potion making, Black Dragon Conference attendees with higher levels at Midi’s age.

But combat prowess plus expertise in two alchemy fields? This defied logic.

How could a Level 62 human achieve so much in one lifetime?

Finding no answers in Midi’s file, the family head finally declared: “Summon Midi Asreks to the council. We’ll meet this new warrior ourselves.”